Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 176

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 176**

In an instant, Gloria, Georgina’s mother, sensed the tension in the air and swiftly fabricated an excuse to whisk the child away from the brewing storm.

“Jay, please take a seat. I’ll fetch you a glass of water,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around them.

As Georgina turned with eagerness to get Jayceon some water, she felt a sudden, vice-like grip around her neck. Her heart raced, and panic surged within her. “Ja-Jay, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with fear.

Jayceon’s dark eyes bore into her, sharp and piercing, as if he could see straight through her soul, sending an icy shiver down her spine.

He interrogated her, each word dripping with accusation, “In the hospital room, what did you say to my wife?”

This was the first time Georgina had witnessed Jayceon’s fury, and it left her trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.

“Jay, you’ve misunderstood me,” she pleaded, her voice quaking. “Your wife was hurt by your grandfather that night because she was trying to help me! I was grateful to her and wanted to visit her. I just apologized to your wife properly; I swear, I didn’t mean any harm!”

But Jayceon’s grip only tightened around her neck, his expression darkening ominously. “Georgina, you’re not clever enough to play games with me!”

Desperation clawed at her throat, and tears welled in her eyes as she cried, “Jay, you know the truth. I come from an ordinary family, I’ve been married before, suffered a miscarriage, and even given birth. I swear, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn’t dare harbor the same thoughts I had six years ago!”

Jayceon’s face was a storm cloud, his expression terrifyingly grim.

Overwhelmed by fear, Georgina felt her legs buckle beneath her, and she sank to her knees. “I was just trying to get on your wife’s good side! I didn’t want your family to come after me. I truly didn’t do anything wrong!”

But Jayceon remained unmoved, his gaze unwavering.

In a moment of desperation, Georgina raised her hands to the heavens, vowing, “Jay, I swear on my own flesh and blood, if I harbor any ill intentions toward you, may my son suffer a terrible fate!”

Slowly, Jayceon loosened his grip, and Georgina took the chance to scramble away from him, her heart pounding in her chest.

If it hadn’t been for the constant reminders she had to keep Jayceon aware of the six years of torment she endured for him, making him feel a twinge of guilt, she would have long since rid herself of that little monster.

Adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt with a calm precision, Jayceon addressed her, “I acknowledged Leandro so that Grandpa wouldn’t come after you and your son, ensuring you both had a place in Zelmere.”

When she glanced up, her eyes caught sight of three figures silhouetted in the window, and suddenly, it clicked. Jayceon was holding her close, deliberately delaying their departure to let her family see that they were thriving together now.

With a calm demeanor, Arabella pushed him away, her expression unchanged. “The Palmer family went bankrupt years ago and can’t even compare to the Melendez family anymore. Even if you killed me right now, my family wouldn’t be able to retaliate against you. There’s no need for this charade,” she stated firmly.

Jayceon stared at her, his expression blank, choosing silence over explanation. “Tomorrow is your first official day of work. You should return home and get some rest,” he advised, his tone shifting to one of concern.

The next morning, on the 8th day following Christmas, Arabella woke before dawn’s light.

She deliberately chose a modest winter outfit, opting for understated makeup. It was her first day at the Hamilton family’s private hospital, and she was determined to make a strong impression on her new colleagues.

In the walk-in closet, Arabella and Jayceon stood side by side before a full-length mirror, each adjusting their attire with quiet focus.

Jayceon leaned down to retrieve a hair tie that had slipped from her grasp, and Arabella’s gaze fell on the necktie he held. Without a word, she took it from him and deftly tied it around his neck, their unspoken understanding filling the air between them, a silent truce amidst the earlier tension.

As Arabella prepared to leave, she reached for her bag, but Jayceon’s hand shot out, capturing her wrist and pulling her back gently.